Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (books successful people read txt) 📗

and you stir, but don't wake. I bend down to breathe you in. You move a little more, and the smell of your body causes a swelling in my pants that I need to share with you. You make me hard, Savannah.

I lean in and kiss you. You don't kiss back at first, but after a few seconds, your lips part and you taste me. You run a hand around my neck and slide your fingers through my hair. We kiss more and as I pull my mouth from yours you bite at my bottom lip and moan in protest. "No." A second later my mouth is on your neck. I kiss my way down to your collarbone and you offer yourself, vulnerable, sealed with a sigh and an "Oh God." You gently open your eyes, and enjoy the pleasure on my face. You buck your hips and I feel your perky tits rub against my shoulder, your nipples are hard and I must have them in my hand.  I slip a greedy hand down the front of your dress and am rewarded with a handful of the most perfect breasts I've ever felt. You cry out to me to run a fingertip over them. I'm eager to appease them, so I circle your perfect tits with that fingertip and you moan. "Oh God, Patrick." I'm so hard that it hurts and when I hear you breathe my name, I grab your hand and place it on my erection. You massage my hardness and I have to let you know how good it feels.

"Good girl, Savannah. Just like that."

I have greedy hands, Savannah, and with your sweet, sweet pussy within my reach, I can't hold out any longer. I trace a slow line down your stomach and slip a hand up under the hem of your dress. Your body twitches and your legs begin to grow hot>

"Yes, sir," you say, and part your legs for me. You’re already damp. I give your swollen clit a rub through your underwear, but my hunger is too great. I want access to you and I'm not willing to wait a second longer. "Patrick!" You moan my name when I slide one finger in. "Oh, Fu-" You catch yourself before you swear when I put a second finger in your dripping pussy.  You render my pants from my body.  "Please, Patrick," you say once my cock is out. I don't need to answer you, I know what you want and I slide between your legs and thrust all of me inside of you. You wrap your legs around me and I pump into you as hard as I can. Your arms wrap around me as the ferocity of the love consumes you. We writhe in orgasm together and I fill you full of myself.  I then collapse on top of you and you rub my back, peppering the top of my head with kisses.

"Looks like I woke you," I say.

"It's okay," you respond. "I was expecting the mailman anyway." We both laugh.

That's it, Savannah. I had to share.  This scene has been playing in my head for so long now.  I’ve cum to it a hundred times.  So . . . what are you wearing?

Christmas flew past and she sent him extra care packages filled with everything she could think of, and he had sent her a little diamond necklace.  It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  The desire and affection they felt for one another didn’t dissipate.  Every time they exchanged love notes, he teased her until she was so hot for him Savannah thought she would explode.  Over time, they got braver with each other and more comfortable and the exchanges got even more explicit.

“What are you wearing? I need to know. . .  Can you do me a favor?  Read my words and follow my directions.

Lay back, Savannah, and pretend I'm there with you. Put on a show for me. Pretend that I'm on the bed across from you, watching you, stroking my cock while you touch yourself. Move your ass back and forth, now run a delicate finger up your side and grab those perfect tits of yours. (I know I haven’t seen them, but I know they’re perfect, and soon I’ll have them in my mouth.)  Let me hear you say my name, Savannah.  Say, "Patrick. I need you."  Spread your legs and swirl those hips for me, Savannah. I want to see those tits I've dreamt about so many times.  Take them out for me, rub your nipples, squeeze them hard. Good girl. Pull up your hem for me, enough so I can see your underwear.

I can see a dark patch on your sexy little satin panties. Pull them to the side for me, Savannah, I want to see that tight little hole of yours, what I'm going to be licking. Give that aching clit a little pet for me. Rub it for me, Savannah. Hard. Fast. Imagine it's my tongue on you, licking you up and down, back to front. Now slip a finger in, just the tip. Now, deeper.  Slowly.  Deeper.  Imagine how much more I'd fill you up, stretch you. Good girl. Squeeze those ripe tits of yours while I slide in and out of your sweet pussy. That's it, Baby. Now work your clit again. Fast, Savannah. Cum for me, Honey. Cum for me like I was there inside of you right now. I'm gonna cum, Savannah. Cum with me inside of you.

Thanks, love. That was great.  I hope you enjoyed it, because soon I’m going to be enjoying you. 

Patrick had seduced her – wooed her – courted her with the hottest words she had ever read.  And she had returned the favor.  At first she had been hesitant, not very good at it.  But she had gotten better with practice.

Today she wrote one and poured every ounce of lust she possessed into it.

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